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[Puffin]

The rather round feline paced around camp, worrying as she thought of the cats at war. She'd miss anyone who happened to be struck down there, it would be such a shame of any of her clanmates to die... They didn't deserve it. But now her paws stopped and she plopped her rump down on the ground, staring at the place where she had watched them leave.
There was one cat she was more worried about than the others.
Her dear dear Sunsetfire.

She kept her eyes on the area she had seen them leave, almost hoping they'd come back, as she lowered her head and licked at her swollen belly.
Kits, kits. Surely when they are born it would cheer her up.

How soon, she wondered briefly as she finished her quick cleaning. Puffin lifted her head and looked around to see if she could find any of the others who were left behind.

The soon-to-be mother now felt a sudden sharp pain, and looked back to her stomach. Very soon, it seemed.
And with this thought, Puffin rose to her feet and tottered off to the nursery.
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Now the queen lay curled around two newborn kits, licking them gently on the head in turn. A steady purr was emitted from her, and it appeared she had been right, the kittens did cheer her up. She took a break from licking them, watching her little bundles of joy as they squirmed and mewed, then found their way her to belly to suckle. Her purr grew louder as she watched them.

Names, names, names. She knew she should wait for Sunsetfire to return, but Puffin didn't know when that would be, and the names for the kits just seemed to float into her mind and stay there. She purred louder, as she would give them names of clancats.

The little boy, she thought, will be Cavekit. She watched him lovingly before leaning in and giving him another few licks, which he protested to. After pulling back, she switched her gaze to her little female. Puffin nuzzled her lightly then gave her a lick as well. Lunakit, the new mother decided, would be her name.

"So,", Puffin said as she pulled her head back, then touched her nose on the head of her son. "you are Cavekit,", she now switched and touched her nose to her daughter's head, "and you are Lunakit."

Now she pulled back, looked at both the little balls of fluff, and with a satisfied purr, rested her head on her paws and relaxed.

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[Bristle + War]

A head popped up from behind piles of moss, followed by four smaller ones. Harlequin looked around in confusion, but as her gaze settled on Puffin and her newborns the look of confusion shifted to one of delight. "They are beautiful!" she purred, and rose to get a better look at them. Wildkit frowned; the warmth of her mother was gone! She sprang onto a piece of moss and bounced across the den to where her mother was. "What did you say their names were?" Harlequin mewed.

Wildkit, however, was not so enchanted by the little bundles of fur. She was a kit; wasn't she cute enough for her mother's attention? Glancing back at her siblings, the little tan and black fae narrowed her eyes. Already they were three moons old; surely this was old enough to be an apprentice? "No, no," Harlequin had said a billion times. "You have to be six moons, not three, to be an apprentice!" No, no, no...that's all Wildkit ever heard was 'NO!' Her curiosity always got the better of her; why couldn't she just be left to explore?

The oldest of the kits sniffed defensively. I'm still adorable, she thought. "There's only two," Wildkit mewed suddenly. "Why are there only two?" In her own litter there were four. Two seemed like a small number for a litter; how did the Clan get so big with only litters of two?

[Puffin]

Puffin looked at the other queen and purred louder at her comment, then lifted her head from her paws at the question.

"Their names are Lunakit and Cavekit." She said happily, "How are your kits?"

Then she shifted her gaze to Wildkit, and blinked, watching her with ears perked up and forward. She laughed a bit at the kit's question, and purred more.

"There are only two because thats just how many Starclan gave me." Puffin spoke, and although she was born outside of the clan, she was trying to learn more about 'clan life', and Starclan was one of those things.

[Onyxdart]

Ivoryshard was restless. He paced around and around the inside of camp, head down like a caged wolf. Finally he seemed to wear himself out, just a little bit. He lay down like a sphinx facing the nursery, knowing that was where everyone else seemed to be. After a moment he put his muzzle down on his paws and whined as if it would make either sister or mother magically appear from wherever they'd gone. He wasn't sure the other cats even knew him much, for all he'd been in their clan for awhile. Ivoryshard had a habit of ranging around near the borders on his own most of the time.

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[Lunakit]

Give a cheer for all the b r o k e n
Listen here cause it's who we are

From beside Puffin came a tiny little squeaking noise, and a little wiggle. The tiny newborn she-cat, swiveled her head this way and that, trying to make since of the muffled world she suddenly found herself thrust into. Her muzzle opened again, opened wide, and another squeaking, tiny mew escaped. She wiggled and crawled a little blindly, touching her mother’s side for a moment, but instead of nursing the little female continued her exploration, bumping right into her brother’s side.

Oh, what was this obstacle now?

The she-kit protested loudly, once, and then pawed blindly at her brother. Soft, fur, earthy warm scent. Brother. This was Brother.

She pawed lightly again, before wiggling right over him to flop on the other side. Pain burst through her senses as she struck the ground face-first, bruising her nose.

Her first taste of pain, at only minutes old.

Yet there was no whimper, no mew or cry from the she-kit, although it was obvious that had to hurt. She wiggled right side so that she was curled next to Cavekit, rubbing her nose for a moment against her brother’s fur, flicking her little stub of a tail, before crawling off yet again, heading straight for Harlequin and Wildkit. More scent she didn’t know, muffled voices and words she didn’t yet understand!

What a troublemaker, already.